the beauty of the song no one can hear
the rhythm of loves sweet melody so dear
the song sang in a silent lullaby ever rare
as rhymes flow like waters deep and clear

let the heart that’s long been drowned in tears
withstand the ghastly roaring thunder of fears
never shivering knees to buckle in struggles
standing strong to walk with living puzzles

around we go in a destined journey without end
with bruises and wounds, only time can mend
burdened sorrows, prayer to heaven shall send
head bowed humbly in shuddered knees to bend

the howling in the darkened night stunting the moon
to rise and shine along the shore of the living dune
the whirling winds keep on and on with dust of time
a mirror of the universe in sparkling stars that mime

the speck of dust that made a being whole again
a heart within that meddle with torment and pain
in this imperfect world, forbidden soul shall remain
beholding the chant of silent lullaby in a sad refrain

upon my feet, before this body laid on the ground
may the earthen glory of a silent song be found
to sing for just even once, the song of silent sound
beneath the unseen shadow entwined and bound

soon time that angels shall kinder a heavenly light
to warm my heart and soul with magnificent delight
the unmeasured and the unconditional love in sight
visions the glorious mystical divinity of Gods’ might

if i shall let thine eyes fall asleep in deep slumber
the silent lullaby be sent in my hearts chamber
my blood in my veins to flow and so remember
that my song will forever be in silence to ponder

upon the shimmering ripples of every waters flow
when the breeze of the cold wind felt in its blow
look at me in the skies with all glitters and glow
hear the rhythms of my angels’ song softly and slow

n acrylic painting by suzette portes san jose